A tour of mind.A Poem by andrew mitchell
A detour to the macabre
was no more a tour of the mind; a surreal journey - a building of kind, each room tenanted. Through revolving doors one enters, down the corridor, second on the left. Door one: emotions inside. Enter with care. The seven deadly sins. next. Door two: Physical manoeuvres. Recommended settings. Do not tamper! While further on, one turns right to- door three: Common sense. Keep out! Don't touch. Continuing on through flickered lights- Door four: Secrets. Unauthorised thoughts not permitted. Followed by- Door five: Madness. Do not disturb! Sleeping eternally, a nightly sentence. Door six: Nightmares. Temporarily out of order. Closed for renovations. Door seven: Desires. Late night reading. Adults only. Finally at the end of the corridor of thoughts- Door eight: Housing the windows to my soul seen through my eyes only. Back to foyer. The open room of thoughts The ink machine of writing! A detour of the macabre, a chamber of horrors. The tour ends. © 2017 andrew mitchell |
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Added on August 7, 2017 Last Updated on August 9, 2017 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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